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across from the club entrance. Jax’s head snapped up
and he watched in amazement as the creature turned, yellow eyes
glowing briefly in the moon light. It gave Jax a murderous look and
then turned, silently disappearing into the night.
Bec
was whining softly and Jax turned back toward the group. Nikki was
sitting on the ground, shaking, Lori crouched next to her, arms
around Nikki’s shoulders. For a moment, Jax was struck by the
protective stance of the blonde woman, the feral grimace on her face
as she watched them.
Bec
had moved to the side, panting, glancing nervously back down the
alley and then up to the top of the dumpsters as if anticipating
another attack.
But
Jax’s only focus was Nikki. She was staring at him, her eyes
wide. He took a tentative step toward her, never breaking eye
contact. She shrank back, the blonde woman almost growling at him. He
made the conscious effort to lower his hackles, to relax his body,
raise his tail. He took one step and then another, moving toward
Nikki.
“ Nikki,
I’ve got mace in my purse. I’m gonna spray this thing if
it doesn’t back off…” Jax saw the woman’s
hand slid into her purse and he stopped, whining softly.
Nikki
sat up, pulling away from the woman. “No, wait. Don’t…”
She leaned forward, setting her hands in front of her on the
pavement. Jax wagged his tail, just the barest movement.
“ Nikki!
Stop. Are you crazy? That’s a wolf, for God’s sake.”
“ It’s
okay, Lori. Really…somehow it’s okay.”
Nikki
crawled forward, her eyes locked with Jax’s. He cursed his
inability to speak, longed to tell her…something, anything.
But all he could do was whine softly. Slowly he extended his muzzle
and Nikki reached for him, her fingers brushing the fur beneath his
chin.
“ For
fuck’s sake, Nikki, do you want to lose an arm?” The
woman had her head down, frantically searching in her purse, panic
coating her voice. Jax saw movement from the corner of his eye. Bec
was standing now, moving silently toward the woman. With one quick
tug, he grabbed her purse in his teeth, breaking the strap and
backing away with it in his mouth, its contents falling onto the
pavement.
“ Oh,
shit. Nikki…”
There
was a noise behind them, at the club door, voices and someone
rattling the knob. Jax stepped back and Bec dropped the purse, both
turning in tandem, disappearing down the alley. When they reached the
street, Jax stopped, looking back. Nikki was still on her hands and
knees, watching him. Then the door to the club swung open and there
were people spilling into the alley. Jax turned, melting into the
shadows, heading for home.
*
“ What
the hell were you thinking? Are you fucking crazy?”
Lori
was pacing across the living room of her cramped apartment, puffing
nervously on a cigarette. Nikki had taken refuge on the couch, a
deteriorating afghan wrapped around her shoulders.
“ I’m
not crazy, Lori.”
“ Then
you’re drunk.” She stopped in front of Nikki. “You
can’t pet something that just tried to kill you.”
“ It
was a wolf, I think. And it didn’t try to kill us. It saved
us.” Her voice was low, her mind still spinning, trying to make
some kind of sense out of what just happened.
“ You
wouldn’t know a wolf if it bit you. You grew up in the middle
of Philly. There are no wolves in Philly.” Lori finally stopped
pacing, sitting down on the other end of the couch.
“ Whatever…that
one, the black one…it wasn’t going to hurt us.”
Nikki looked down at her hand, the one that she’d touched the
wolf with. She held it up to Lori.
“ See?
No teeth marks. I’m fine.”
“ Well,
my purse is ruined. That damn dog tore it out of my hands. You can’t
tell me that’s not an attack.”
Nikki
sighed. Her head ached and she was exhausted. Lori had given her a
shot of whiskey when they’d gotten here, to calm her down, stop
her shaking. But all it had done was make her tired. She slid down on
the couch, pulling
and he watched in amazement as the creature turned, yellow eyes
glowing briefly in the moon light. It gave Jax a murderous look and
then turned, silently disappearing into the night.
Bec
was whining softly and Jax turned back toward the group. Nikki was
sitting on the ground, shaking, Lori crouched next to her, arms
around Nikki’s shoulders. For a moment, Jax was struck by the
protective stance of the blonde woman, the feral grimace on her face
as she watched them.
Bec
had moved to the side, panting, glancing nervously back down the
alley and then up to the top of the dumpsters as if anticipating
another attack.
But
Jax’s only focus was Nikki. She was staring at him, her eyes
wide. He took a tentative step toward her, never breaking eye
contact. She shrank back, the blonde woman almost growling at him. He
made the conscious effort to lower his hackles, to relax his body,
raise his tail. He took one step and then another, moving toward
Nikki.
“ Nikki,
I’ve got mace in my purse. I’m gonna spray this thing if
it doesn’t back off…” Jax saw the woman’s
hand slid into her purse and he stopped, whining softly.
Nikki
sat up, pulling away from the woman. “No, wait. Don’t…”
She leaned forward, setting her hands in front of her on the
pavement. Jax wagged his tail, just the barest movement.
“ Nikki!
Stop. Are you crazy? That’s a wolf, for God’s sake.”
“ It’s
okay, Lori. Really…somehow it’s okay.”
Nikki
crawled forward, her eyes locked with Jax’s. He cursed his
inability to speak, longed to tell her…something, anything.
But all he could do was whine softly. Slowly he extended his muzzle
and Nikki reached for him, her fingers brushing the fur beneath his
chin.
“ For
fuck’s sake, Nikki, do you want to lose an arm?” The
woman had her head down, frantically searching in her purse, panic
coating her voice. Jax saw movement from the corner of his eye. Bec
was standing now, moving silently toward the woman. With one quick
tug, he grabbed her purse in his teeth, breaking the strap and
backing away with it in his mouth, its contents falling onto the
pavement.
“ Oh,
shit. Nikki…”
There
was a noise behind them, at the club door, voices and someone
rattling the knob. Jax stepped back and Bec dropped the purse, both
turning in tandem, disappearing down the alley. When they reached the
street, Jax stopped, looking back. Nikki was still on her hands and
knees, watching him. Then the door to the club swung open and there
were people spilling into the alley. Jax turned, melting into the
shadows, heading for home.
*
“ What
the hell were you thinking? Are you fucking crazy?”
Lori
was pacing across the living room of her cramped apartment, puffing
nervously on a cigarette. Nikki had taken refuge on the couch, a
deteriorating afghan wrapped around her shoulders.
“ I’m
not crazy, Lori.”
“ Then
you’re drunk.” She stopped in front of Nikki. “You
can’t pet something that just tried to kill you.”
“ It
was a wolf, I think. And it didn’t try to kill us. It saved
us.” Her voice was low, her mind still spinning, trying to make
some kind of sense out of what just happened.
“ You
wouldn’t know a wolf if it bit you. You grew up in the middle
of Philly. There are no wolves in Philly.” Lori finally stopped
pacing, sitting down on the other end of the couch.
“ Whatever…that
one, the black one…it wasn’t going to hurt us.”
Nikki looked down at her hand, the one that she’d touched the
wolf with. She held it up to Lori.
“ See?
No teeth marks. I’m fine.”
“ Well,
my purse is ruined. That damn dog tore it out of my hands. You can’t
tell me that’s not an attack.”
Nikki
sighed. Her head ached and she was exhausted. Lori had given her a
shot of whiskey when they’d gotten here, to calm her down, stop
her shaking. But all it had done was make her tired. She slid down on
the couch, pulling
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